I'm pretty sure I wrote about this awhile ago, but I might as well mention it again. Back in 2011 I had a miscarriage. Since then my husband and I haven't had a successful pregnancy. Each month has been filled with frustration and agitation as every woman's most hated aunt returns for her visit.

This has led me to question why JR and I are trying so hard and why did I stop doing some things I started over the summer. 

To answer the first question all I have to do is look at this stinkin' adorable face and I just know why we want another child. Harry is such a wonderful kid. He's kind and gentle most of the time. He's also a silly handful that I can't seem to get enough of. 

Jr and I just really want to give him a brother (because we know the gene pool on his side of the family is filled with all x's) to play with and have a bond with. Something I wish would have happened along time ago.

So, what have we done to help our chances? I did go see my OB/GYN awhile back (like 2 almost 3 years ago) about it. Now we just can't afford the doctor visit. (Thank you Obamacare.) I've tried tracking my temps before, but they were all over creation. There was never a real stable reading. One night I was over heated my temp was at 97 something and then next night I was fine and my temp was at 96 something. Heck even when I was comfortable my temps were all over.

So here is my goal: start taking and tracking my temps again. Who knows, maybe they're settling down. Also, I really need to go to the doctor for my yearly visit that is at least 2 years over due. Finally, back to the losing weight thing. I am glad to say that I'm under 190, but that varies by day and time of month.

Oh well. It's a new year. Maybe we'll get our rainbow baby in 2014. 

That is all I can say at this point.

There has been an on-going battle in my house. It is the war on meat by my four-year-old. To be specific, white meat. Like me, he enjoys red meat more and doesn't complain when I force him to eat something that came from a cow. 

I don't know why. We just like beef more.

Either way, my husband gave my son the decision last night. Eat your meat (as he had eaten everything else on his plate) or go to bed. The child chose bed. 

Not a bad choice. We put him down at 7:00 and he was out by 7:30. He was one sleepy fellow. Sadly, this meant that he would be up extremely early. 

I expected his usual 12 hour sleep cycle. NOPE! 2 AM folks. He woke up with nightmares at 2 in the morning. This means that I was up at 2 in the morning with him.

My little man is now still going strong at 1:23 in the afternoon. He did fall back asleep at  7 and woke up at 8. (Yeah! One hour nap!) I'm exhausted and unmotivated. He's happy as can be playing in his room. 

Oh to have that energy again.